( Sounds good to me, you lead it. )

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Vivian blinked open her eyes slowly and realized she was still on Max's arms. She smiled and yawned then carefully crept out of his embrace, rolling out of bed and stretching her arms high over her head before getting up and padding into the bathroom to take a shower.

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I'd sigh, indicating i was awake. I'd stretch my arms up and yawn, before rolling off the bed and landing on my feet. I'd hear the shower going, and i had a general idea of what Vivian was doing. I'd head to the kitchen and start to make breakfast, grabbing all the ingredients for French Toast and quickly fixing it.

Vivian came out of the bathroom with her robe on and the smell of French toast permeating the house. She groaned and quickly dressed in sweatpants and a tank top before quickly going into the kitchen to see Max making French toast. She smiled and walked up behind him, linking her arms around his waist and laying her head on his back. "That smells amazing," she told him, peeking around him to look at the toast.

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I'd look back at her for a second, smiling. "Thank you." I'd grab some plates and put the French Toast on 2 separate plates, then turn around and hug Vivian. "How did you sleep?"

"Great." She beamed and stretched onto her tip-toes to kiss the tip of his nose then sniffed the air again, her stomach rumbling. Vivian grinned sheepishly and brushed her damp hair out of her eyes.

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I'd look at her stretching up and kissing my nose, i'd chuckle. "Let me help you with that." I'd lean down and kiss her on her mouth/muzzle.

Vivian made a small noise of surprise then closed her eyes and kissed him back.

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I'd stop kissing her, then turn around to get a plate with the French Toast on it. I'd turn back around and give it to Vivian. "That's for you." I'd give it to her, then grab my own plate. I'd walk over to the couch and sit, putting my arm out for Vivian to lay back against.

She grinned and took the plate, grabbing the butter and syrup then walking over and setting them on the coffee table before sitting down and folding her legs underneath her, leaning against him. "Thanks for breakfast," she said as she put butter and syrup on her French toast.